Xion is Not 'Normal'

Outside felt like a fiery pit, relentlessly tossing people about until they were drenched in sweat.

Even at night, the slight chillness did nothing to reduce the stifling heat. It forced the usual crowd of alcoholics and thieves lurking in the alleys to hurriedly retreat into their homes.

The capital sure had many wonders that made it so prosperous. To Xion, those cooling crystals were one of those wonderful things.

The jail where they were was for the sinner who had committed a felony, or a crime so vile that no one would want that person to see the light of the day.

Yet, to Xion, it became a place of comfort.

Because the cells were deep in the basement, sunlight never reached them. Logically, it should have been even hotter than outside as there was also no fresh air to reduce the suffocating heat.

Nonetheless, the guards patrolling the area had no desire to suffer alongside the prisoners.

And why should they?